THEM 'Ishman'

Lipstick and Kisses 💋

𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒚-𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒘𝒂𝒉-𝒎𝒘𝒂𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔... 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉... 𝑴𝑾𝑨𝑯𝑺!

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It all started with a random movie.

Ishan was sprawled on the couch, lazily munching chips, barely paying attention—until one scene made him bolt upright.

The heroine leaned in, pressing soft kisses all over the hero's face, leaving behind bright red lipstick marks. 

The hero sat there, utterly stunned, his cheeks covered in love-filled imprints, while the heroine giggled mischievously.

𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐇.

Ishan's eyes sparkled with mischief. 

That... looked... FUN.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he wiped his hands, already plotting. 

Now, where was Shubman? Oh, this was going to be hilarious.

A slow, mischievous smirk curled on Ishan's lips. 

His gaze shifted to the other side of the room, where Shubman sat peacefully on the couch, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware that he was about to become the victim of Ishan's latest scheme.

Oh, this was going to be legendary.

Ishan's brain was already running at 1000 miles per hour, forming the perfect plan.

He shot up from the couch, abandoning his chips like they didn't exist, and dashed to his room with the speed of a criminal on the run. 

The mission was clear—find the most dramatic, eye-catching lipstick possible.

He yanked open his drawers, tossing things around like a tornado until his fingers closed around his prize—a bright, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 red lipstick, bold enough to make even movie heroines jealous.

Grinning wickedly, he popped off the cap and twisted it up, staring at the rich red color like it held the secrets to the universe. 

Then, with absolutely zero precision, he swiped it across his lips, smearing it with reckless abandon.

He smacked his lips together like a diva, tilting his head side to side in the mirror.

"𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘦 𝘬𝘰 𝘣𝘩𝘪 fail kar 𝘥𝘶." He muttered proudly, admiring his absolutely horrendous yet glorious work.

Ishan strutted out of the room like a villain walking into his final boss battle. 

His lips—now looking like they'd been applied by a drunk toddler—were ready for action. His eyes gleamed with mischief.

Shubman, still sitting peacefully, completely unaware of the storm about to hit him, was casually scrolling through his phone, lost in his own world. 

His legs were stretched out, one arm resting on the back of the couch, his entire vibe calm, collected, and completely unsuspecting.

Perfect.

Ishan bit back a giggle, tiptoeing closer, every step measured, every movement filled with pure evil intent.